"Μπορώ να... no, no not can" Constantine said as he held the hand of his adoptive mother, who was laying in bed, sick. He was trying to ask her if he could ring the church bells, but in Greek, but Constantine struggled with his Greek, even as he became a young adult yinglet. Constantine then sighed and rubbed the back of her hand with his other hand "Μπορώ να... χτυπήσω τα κουδούνια, μητέρα?" Constantine said, trying to sound proper in his Greek, but he knew it most likely didn't sound entirely correct, and if so, he'll just try again, like St. Blake taught him